Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 101

Frederick was still in the water, his eyes fixed on Marguerite but he didn’t utter a word.

The more quiet he was, the more uneasy Marguerite felt.

She couldn’t focus, not daring to meet the man’s gaze. Her eyes darted about aimlessly but inadvertently locked onto his.

In that moment, Marguerite felt like a thief caught in the act; her panic kicking up a notch.

Sadie relished the sight and couldn’t resist stirring the pot. “Ms. Lockwood, there’s no ladder in this pool. Mr. Winston’s been swimming for a while and he might be pooped. Fancy giving him a hand?”

Marguerite sucked in a breath. Her muscles were taut and she muttered awkwardly, “Um… I’ll pull you up.”

With that, she approached the pool hesitantly reaching out her hand towards him.

Seeing her so jumpy, a mischievous glint appeared in Frederick’s eyes.

He had never seen this feminine side of Marguerite. She was like a scared little kitten waiting for his reassurance.

it would be if she was like

he wouldn’t always lose his temper

quickly turned and swam towards

getting tired from holding it up in the air. When Frederick’s cold hand shot out of the water, their hands were clasping. Marguerite felt like she’d been zapped, instinctively wanting to pull her hand

he held onto her warm little hand tightly and kicked off the pool floor; his upper body

knee hit the pool edge and splashed some water onto Marguerite,

chest.

she knew, she felt a shove from behind and

Then she heard a loud splash accompanied by a brief sensation of

the water together, locked

shore, “Oh dear, Ms. Lockwood, I’m sorry I slipped and accidentally pushed you! Ms. Lockwood can’t swim! You’ve got to hold onto

cold water soaked through Marguerite’s thin clothes. She hastily lifted her head

*Cough, cough, cough…”

her

experience. Marguerite clung to Frederick like a lifeline, her

was panting so heavily that she didn’t even realize her chest had brushed

a rose and quickly turned around, leaving the couple alone in the

turned serious, his ears slightly burning,

a whisper, “Can… can you take me to shore?